The Weird Duo

They ventured up the aisle, the class borderline vacant. Hoods draped over their heads, baggy pants and combat boots masquerading all expanse of skin. They always sat in the same seats, beside one another. In fact, no one has ever seen them apart.

In retrospect, they appeared to be a very private couple.

"It's that weird duo again."

"What do they look like?"

"They're such a mystery."

However, the secret to their monopolization merely resided in their choice of wear. Truthfully, Okita Sougo and Kagura Sakata are an attractive pair; inseparable since the beginning of time. And, despite their recurring claim of the other being... an abundance of obscene words, they can't be around anyone else other than each other. Although they ardently denied this fact.

Now both at the age of nineteen, they snagged a quaint apartment not too far from the university (due to their immense distaste for everyone else) and have been enjoying their peaceful life of solitude.

"Kagura-chan, Sou-chan, you two are gaining way too much publicity."

They snapped their gazes to their neighbour Otae Shimura, someone who practically served as their older sister.

"No, we're not," Sougo objected.

"People may get the wrong idea, though," Shinpachi Shimura added, closing his door behind him and settling beside his sister.

Kagura pursed her rosy lips in protest. "Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."

Sougo was now brought to attention. "Why? What's wrong with me?" He demanded irritably.

She gazed at him intently and smiled. His lips thinned. "Lot's of things."

He flicked her forehead.

"I agree with you though. I'm way out of your league."

She scoffed. "I don't think you're even in a league."

He karate-chopped her side and she lurched forward in pain, screaming out a creative array of obscenities.

"I don't want to hear that from a gorilla."

"Wanna go?"

"Have you two forgotten whose house you're in? If you want to flirt, do so at your room," Shinpachi admonished severely, tying the strings of his frilly apron at his back. "Everybody assumes you two are dating, you know. Even me."

"We're not flirting, we're not dating," Kagura corrected. "Who're you to tease me?" She muttered. "You're like Gin-chan." She grabbed Sougo's wrist and dragged him behind her as he desperately tried not to puke at Otae's 'freshly' baked cookies.

They entered their apartment and Sougo hurriedly entered the bathroom. She huffed, burrowing herself within her bedsheets.

"China, why'd you let me consume her cooking?" Sougo yelled.

"It's your own damn fault!" She shot back.

He entered her room, quietly sat on her bed, and placed a reassuring hand on her head. Calmly and soothingly, he said: "Bitch, why are you so upset about people assuming we're dating? Get over it and stop caring."

She sniffled. He froze. She's crying?

"China, do you like Meg – "

"You're just so ugly! I can't believe people think we're together!!"

He threw her off the bed.